Kavya Arora
Theme song - Daaru Desi, Cocktail.
"Haa Mumma Aaj hi match hai." Shubman says while giving me a sideway glance topped with a smirk. We're on our way to the pitch. I had suggested that we should travel on our own and directly meet for the match. It would be the professional way to do it aur anticipation bhi badhta match ka. Lekin koi meri baat sune tab na.
"Haa, Kavya mere saath hi hai. Doon usse phone? Theeke deta hoon."
"Kavya, Mummy ko kuch baat karni hai." I take the phone from him. For some reason my hands are turning sweaty. Aunty doesn't want me to defeat her son, kya?
"Hello..." I speak tenderly but with anticipation of the worst.
"Hello......Kavya puttar?" Instead of replying I blink my eyes in disbelief and swallow a lump that had formed in my throat upon hearing the endearment - Puttar. Child.
"Haan, Aunty, the one and only. Sat Sri Akal." Suddenly, I think of greeting her again but in the traditional Punjabi way. I can almost see Shubman's amused face. I myself don't know why I did that.
"Sat Sri Akal puttar, mere ashirwad tere saath Hain. Waise toh main kabhi nahi chahungi ke Mera beta out ho Jaye but Aaj main tumhare side hoon."
"Wowww Aunty. Bas apki wishes ki hi Kami thi ab aisi googly pe googly daalungi na ki aapka beta catch out ho jayega."
"Choti kudi de vadde sapne" Shubman mocks me by addressing me as a short girl with big dreams.
"Kya bola woh? Zara usse phone Dena. Abhi batati hoon." Aunty says. And my smile is the widest as I say,
"Yes Aunty, tussi please danto iss irritating bande nu. Bahot tang karta hai mujhe." I can hear her smile as she says,
"Oye, Tu fikar na kar. Main Aisa dantungi ki do din ke liye toh seedha ho hi jayega." I giggle and then lower my voice, hoping that Mumbai's traffic horns distract Shubman for some time.
"Aapke aloo parathe bahot miss karta hai woh. Aap mujhe sikhaoge? Aaj haar Gaya toh kal banake de denge. Bichara muh fulake baith jayega warna."
"Changa idea si. Zarur sikhaungi."
"Theeke phir Aunty. Jaldi milte hain."
"Haan, puttar. Bye!"
"Bye!" Shubman eyes me curiously as I hand the phone over. I shrug.
A guy doesn't need to know everything.
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When we reach the battleground I can't help but wonder who my teammates would be. I had tried pestering Shubman to give me some details but all he had said was - "I've asked some friends...they're all nice don't worry." The guy can be sneaky when he wants to.
Nothing could have prepared me for what I was about to witness. Rishabh Pant was already up and about with his catching practice behind the stumps. The guy throwing balls to him was none other than Hardik Pandya!! Ajinkya Rahane was examining the pitch along with Kamlesh Nagarkoti and Ishan Kishan. Holy Moly what the hell. I am scared to blink my eyes when Sanju Samson approaches me and gathers everyone's attention to announce my arrival.
"Hi Kavya!" Sikkhi Pajji is the first to greet me.
I throw Shubman a "Why didn't you tell me?" Look.
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